The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 19

Two weeks after Paul's visit, Harry and I were invited to a barbecue the Shapins were throwing for friends and neighbors. Paul's wife, Carolyn, dropped by and spoke with Harry, who was out in the front yard mowing the lawn. I saw her from the bedroom, smiling, nodding, her hands respectfully clasped behind her back, bowing her head every few seconds as she chatted with Harry. She was wearing short blue jean shorts, red sneakers and sported a yellow light shirt from which bulged her large buxom, flashing an inviting motherly cleavage. Harry was all smiles and his face beamed as he spoke to her. I could tell he was enjoying his proximity to the sweaty breasts of the thick American white woman in front of him. He had never taken any woman other than a Chinese woman to bed and had always fantasized about making love to a large, white blond woman. But it seemed that he had given up on that fantasy, feeling that it was more likely for him to be penetrated in the ass by a man than for him to be so lucky as to insert his cock inside a white woman's vagina.

When he came inside to tell me, the jovial expression on his face had changed to a somber one.

"He has invited us to a barbecue," he declared, taking his shoes off. "This weekend. I told her I would check with you."

"We should go," I shrugged my shoulders. "It wouldn't be polite to refuse. They know we never go anywhere on the weekend."

Harry nodded, but seemed to be worried.

"You need to remain within sight," he then declared sternly. "I don't trust that animal. He may corner you in his basement and overpower you with his aggressive cock."

I laughed.

"You laugh," he said, "but I know you females. At the sight of his monster cock and his hairy chest and his muscular arms and the smell of his cologne and his low hanging testicles, you will lose your reason and you will part your legs without realizing it."

I laughed again and shook my head.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Of course I do. I was not born yesterday. You may have all the best intentions in the world to be faithful, but the female animal in you will cast all reason away at the sight and smell of a strong male animal like him who is full of unconditional, unapologetic lust. Maybe all he would need to do is to lift you up, flip back your skirt and slide his cock, and before you realize what has happened to you, you are in full coitus mode, copulating with a man you don't even know, overwhelmed by the sex and the thick sensation of a large American cock of a healthy male inside of you."

"I will wear shorts, in that case," I laughed.

Harry shook his head. He was not amused. "So, I need you to be by my side if he is not within my sights."

I said, "sure," and so we decided to go.

More than forty people attended, mostly friends and co-workers of Paul, but a few neighbors also showed up. A stocky, dark Indian man with a severe expression on his face manned the barbecue grill, while Paul stood in the middle of the yard, entertaining a circle of middle-aged white men. They were talking football and Paul was ranting about the Philadelphia Eagles and how many times they had broken his heart and how this year, given how strong they were, they should go all the way to the Super Bowl, but how they were going to break his heart yet one more time.

When he saw Harry and me, he excused himself and came over to welcome us. We had just arrived and had been chatting with Carolyn.

"I'm very glad you could make it," he beamed, staring straight at me and bowing.

"Thank you for inviting us," I answered, staring back at him straight in the eyes.

He smiled and extended his hand. I extended mine back and he grabbed it and squeezed it. He then turned to Harry and said to him, landing his large right hand on Harry's right shoulder: "Thanks for coming. Let me get you a beer."

Paul stood a full foot taller than Harry and was almost twice as wide as him. Harry looked old and fragile as he was being led away by Paul, and I felt a twinge of pity for my aging husband.

Carolyn's nose was much larger than I had noticed before. This was the first time I had a chance to speak with her for more than the few seconds it took us to exchange a polite "Hello" or a "Good morning," and so I had never really had a good look at her face. Her plum cheeks were pink, her teeth were white and clean, her lips were thin, and her eyes were large and dark, but friendly and intelligent. But it was her nose that captivated me: it was large and thick, with narrow, asymmetrical nostrils.

We chatted about how it was a shame that we neighbors were not in contact with each other and how all it took to create a community in any neighborhood was for one person to organize a gathering to break the ice.

When I looked up, I couldn't find Harry or Paul. They had disappeared.

Once back home later than afternoon, Harry told me about Paul and his basement underworld, speaking to me in hushed, breathless tones.

"He is like me," he said, laughing and no longer looking worried. "He loves porn and loves to masturbate. He had noticed the Rocco tapes when he came here and so we started talking about pornography and our favorite actors. Then he showed me his porno library. It is huge and he has everything organized and cataloged. He also has a stash of magazines and thick porno books from Europe and all over the world."

Then he proudly showed me a few books and DVDs he had brought with him, the way a little boy would show off the tokens of friendship a new pal had given him.

"He is a very nice man," he added seriously. "Healthy and open. He has tapes of himself making love to his wife, but he didn't want to share those with me without asking her first."

I frowned and looked at him. "He is going to show you tapes of him making love to his wife?"

Harry nodded and blinked his eyes.

"And what does he want in return?" I asked, still frowning.

"Nothing," Harry shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, knowing that his answer was not going to be convincing. "He didn't ask for anything."

"And you think he won't ask for anything when he does show you?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

"He can ask whatever he wants," Harry shrugged again, "but it's up to me to give it to him or not."

A flicker of worry flashed on Harry's face, but the sight of the new porno DVDs -- one of them being The Best of Ron Jeremy -- immediately raised his spirits. He took off his clothes, popped the movie into the DVD player and began to masturbate quietly. He had made a new buddy and was going to play with the toys his new friend had lent him, and nothing was going to dampen his mood.

"Let's be careful," I whispered to him and left the room to wash up for the evening.